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Star Lord

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Kid Daxter

Jak and Daxter fanart

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Because we cool

Jak and Dax cosplay

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Muse Sketches

Jak and the family

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2D and Noods at Cardiff Comic Con

2D Cosplay

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Literature

DWP:. Chp 1 .:

"My baron, the effect of the Metal Head DNA have been an asset to the DWP. Our Weapon is now complete." Erol stood in the center of the large throne room that lay in the centre of the palace. Baron Praxis, a hunk of muscle and Armour, frowned. "You are sure of this, Commander? Only, I know you can be quite... Quick to speculate." Erol shook his head, golden eyes glinting in the faint light. "I am sure, sire. I could show you myself." His words came out calm, but inside, the racer was as excited as a sex crazed Crocadog. After a moments pause, the Baron rose from the throne. "Fine. Let's just hope that these seven years of resources and rese

DWP

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Ink practice

Fan art

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Art Trade:. Smile, gal! .:

Gorillaz Fan Art

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Literature

Trials: chp 7

Daxter hunched over, clutching his arms as the cold water hit his back. "C-cold.." He mumbled, shuddering. Jak smiled fondly, rubbing away the thick mud caked onto the young red head's back. Jak shuddered slightly at the prominent pattern of Daxter's spine painfully stuck out, just like his ribs. As the mud started to slip away, Jak's eyes widened as numerous scars indenting Daxter's back became obvious. Littered among the freckles and bruises, were several shining, smooth scars that jaggedly decorated his skin. Daxter froze as he felt Jak run a finger over the largest one in the middle of his shoulders. He whipped round. "G-get yer hands off

Trials

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Other

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Animated Echo Icon

animated icons

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Cookie Necklace

Clay works

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Avatar makeup: 1

Make up

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Literature

Old Friends-Jak Oneshot

A soft, tuneless whine grimly floated out into the dim hallway of the HQ, a sour sound that pricked at Torn's inked ears. He leant forward in the chair he was sat in, face exhaustedly rested in his hands as a sigh shook through him. He glanced at the pale blue cell door beside him, locked as tight shut as a monks's secret sex drawer. The previous hour had been filled with the bloodcurdling sounds and smashes of full-force body weight being thrown against metal and the screech of claws against metal walls as the Darkened Jak rampaged his anger at the walls surrounding him, enraged that he was captured and being held in such a small space. As

One shots

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I don't even know anymore

Scraps

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